#he gives off italian countryside

[meownsons]

joe quinn was written by a mediterranean woman who wishes it were summer all year

#he gives off italian countryside #white linen shirts and bike rides #swimming whilst the sun sets #the smell of coffee and nature #stop i’m so in love with him #joe quinn #joseph quinn

[finelinevogue]

so proud

summary - the morning after the final show

word count: ~1k

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

The next morning was peaceful.

You woke up first and after having forgotten to close the blinds, the light was already streaming inside your bedroom window.

Harry’s Italian house being bought in the countryside meant there was no noise surrounding you. It was just the clattering of guests downstairs making breakfast and morning coffees.

You and Harry were normally early risers, but after last night you both deserved the lay in. Harry more so than you, but Harry can’t sleep without you so it meant you had to stay with him.

“Harry, bub.” You moved your hands over his bare back.

Harry was laying on his front, face smushed into the pillow from such a great nights sleep. After the final show, you’d all gone out for drinks to celebrate and then come back to the house for more celebrations. However, those celebrations mainly included you and Harry having endless rounds of sex until the early hours of the morning.

It was now ten in the morning and you both needed to be up to see some guests off.

You and Harry were staying for another few weeks, but Anne and others had lives and jobs to get back to.

“Mm.” He mumbled, his lips slightly rolled due to his face being engulfed by the pillow.

His hair was very messy and curly this morning. You started picking some piece off of his face, watching as his eyelids fluttered from the disturbance.

The sunshine was glazing over his body so perfectly.

He looked like a summers dream.

“Wake up, m’love.” You moved the covers down over his body to expose him to the morning air, kissing his bare back as you did so.

You kissed all his tiny moles and freckles, before kissing the one part of him that had only been yours and his for so long; his birthmark.

He hummed again as he felt you kiss him on his lower back.

“Kiss me a bit lower.” He mumbled cheekily.

You responded by nipping at his skin with your teeth. You made your way back up his body and kissed his cheek finally, watching his eye open.

“Hey, handsome.” You smiled, cupping his cheek and leaning down to awkwardly kiss him on his lips. It was a difficult position to kiss him in, but you didn’t mind.

“Hey.” He smiled, the pillow creasing slightly from the movement.

“How’s my shining star feeling this morning?” You asked, tucking his hair behind his ear. You mentally reminded yourself to give him a haircut soon.

“Still shining.”

“So proud of you.” You nuzzled your nose against his.

“You might’ve mentioned that last night.” Harry rolled over and snaked an arm around your waist in the process, so he could have a feel of you in the morning.

“I definitely showed it.” You teasingly smiled.

“You did, baby.” Harry smiled as he reminisced the night in his mind. He rubbed his fingers over his eyes with his free hand, waking himself up.

You watched him for a few moments, just watching him soak in the morning sun like he was an expert at it. He glowed so bright.

Last night was so incredible.

He shone so bright last night.

Brighter than the moon he admired so much.

You twisted your body as sat up more, facing the wall on the opposite side to Harry.

You looked to the ceiling as you tried to conceal your tears. You wiped under your eyes as you tried to push the tears back into your eyes, but no matter because the wall became blurry within seconds.

No sounds had to be made for Harry to know you were upset.

He sat up instantly and wrapped one arm around your waist and the other softly cupped your chin to direct your face to his.

“Hey? What’s with the tears?” He asked, frowning because he hated seeing you upset.

“I’m so proud to the point where I can’t stop crying.” You laughed, thinking it was such a silly reason for crying now that you’d said it out loud.

“Baby…” Harry said softly.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. No sorry’s needed. Cry all y’want, love. God knows I did all the crying last night.” Harry tried to lighten the atmosphere with a silly joke.

You laughed again. Harry used his fingers to wipe the tears below your eyes.

“I love you. So much.” You let him know.

“I know. I love you just as much.” He nodded.

“You’re so amazing. You’re so cool. You’re a star. What you did last night… Well done, baby. I’m just so proud.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #ask finelinevogue #harry blurb #finelinevogue #harry styles concept #harry oneshot #harry styles blurbs #harry styles love on tour #love on tour italy #italrry #harry styles italy

[2-fast-2-curious]

Motorsport Audio Masterlist Perez-Zhou

Albon-Lawson

Leclerc-Ocon

Male Listener Audios

Sergio Perez

[M4A] Your BF Remembers You of Your Worth

[M4F] [Script Fill] Patience, Pretty Pet

Oscar Piastri

[M4F] [Script fill] Worshipping You After Your Workout [BFE]

[M4F] Aussie Snuggles with his American Girlfriend, pillow talk, leads to intense sex

All About Your Pussy

[M4F] Your Horny Boyfriend Gives You Head At Your Parents’ House

[M4F] You have one (1) missed call(s)

Fabio Quartararo

[M4F] Get On the Bed

Kimi Raikkonen

[M4F] JOI by your Soft Dom

Daniel Ricciardo

[M4F] Our First Time Getting Rough

[M4F] “Morning Darlin”

[M4F][Script Fill] Why Didn't We Fuck Before I Left?

[M4F] Kiss And Make Up

[M4F] Reminding You That You're Mine (full version)

[M4F] Bets and Promises

[M4F] Seaside Rendezvous

[M4F] Your First Time

Hiding in the Closet With Your Brother’s Best Friend

M4A-Come-To-Bed-Baby

M4A-Its-Bedtime-Darling

You-are-beautiful-ambient

[M4F] Lucky girl

[M4F] Fall Asleep On Daddy's Cock

[M4F] Just Relax For Me

[M4F] Your BF Discovers Your Dirty Secret... and Becomes Your New Daddy

[M4F] he's drunk and horny and trying so hard to stay quiet

[M4F] Revisiting Your Italian Lessons

[M4A] Your Brain Is Lying To You

[M4A] Your Pause Button

[M4A] Everything Will Be Alright, Darling

My Needy Obedient Girl

[M4F] Cuddle Fuck

[M4F] Pussy Appreciation

Period Comfort SFW

[M4F] Trying to quietly sleep with friend's sister.

[M4F] [Script fill] Ski Lodge Shenanigans

George Russell

[M4F] Babe, Do you want me to be your Daddy? I saw your browser history

Why Can't You Be Mine Instead?

Dominated By Your Brothers, Gigantic Friend

[M4F] [Script Fill] [Mdom] [British Accent][DD/lg] [Possessive] [Spanking] [Punishment] [Jealous Partner] [Wet Sounds]

[M4F] My little girl gets punished for using a toy behind daddy's back.

[M4F] - Back Row Cinema

Falling in Love on the Ferris Wheel

[M4F] I have to have you...NOW

[M4F] You Should Be Sleeping now

[Script Fill] [M4F] Don't Look Away From Me

[M4A] [M4F] I Offer You Dreams

[M4F] [M4A] I care about you

[M4A] [M4F] Rest, Love

(M4F) Morning Love Making and Cuddling - British Boyfriend Role Play

[Size Kink][Size Difference][Mdom][At the Gym][Spotting Your Squat]

[M4F] Learning how to please my new boss 😇

[M4F] [Script Fill] Kitchen Shenanigans

[M4F] 😟😟 Please help me mommy, I can't sleep

Table for Two

[M4F] [Script Fill] Ghostface Reckons You’re Not That Smart, Detective

Your BF calms you down after a nightmare

[M4F] The Professor Explains "Power Fantasies" To You After Class

[M4F] Good Girls Feel Better

M4F - Good girls go back to sleep - sfw audio pillowtalk

M4F] Cupcake for my little Cupcake [Script fill]

[M4F] I can't believe nobody invited you to the prom!

[M4F] You've had a long day, let your good boy take care of you

[M4F] Good Girls Ask for What They Want

[M4F] Why are you jacking me off while I try to sleep bro

[M4F] Driving Through The English Countryside With(Out) Your Sundress On

Carlos Sainz Jr

[M4F] The Spanish Lifeguard Asks You Out

[M4F] You discover your housemate is really good with his fingers!

Hispanic Guy New in Town

Lip Service: Sabor a Tí

[M4A] Your BF Tells You What He Loves About Your Body

[M4F] Para Ti:Audio en Español

[M4F] Midnight Impulse: A Night of Passion

Noche de lluvia [M4F]

Logan Sargeant

[M4F] Secretly Fucking Your Best Friend's Younger Brother After a Sleepover

You Must be Haunting Me

[M4F] Watching A Sex Scene with Your Friend Goes Way Too Far

[M4F] Sneaking Into Your High School Friend's Room Four Years Later

Mick Schumacher

[M4F] Hold the moan

[M4F] Lazy mornin’ cuddlefuck

[M4F] Cockwarming In Your New Sundress

[M4F] A Bet is a Bet. [Mdom]

[M4F] A Bet is a Bet Too [Msub]

[M4F] Anxiety Comfort [Cuddles] [L-bombs] [Kissing]

[M4F] Sleep Aid for a good girl

[M4F] Ice cream & Belly rubs

[M4F] 10 Minutes of Pussy Eating

Confession practice while you're asleep

[M4F] I came back to breed you!

"Untie Me...No, Wait, Fuck Me!"

[M4F] Midnight

The Barb Wire Killer

[M4F] Simple Encouragements!

[M4F][Request fill] You have done great!

[M4F][Request Fill] Dommy Pillowtalk

[M4F] Your German FWB Helping You Recuperate From A Night At The Oktoberfest

Andrew Showlin

[M4F][Script Fill] Right Here Waiting for You

Lance Stroll

[M4F] Fucked & Spanked at the Party

[M4F] Your Wedding Night With The Enemy Prince

[M4F] Sit on my face.. if I die, I die

[M4F] I'd love to be inside of you

[M4F] We're out of gas, so I should fill you?

I Don’t Want You to Think

[M4F] Your Lycan Boyfriend Ravages You On Full Moon’s Night

[M4F] Are You Feeling Like A Good Girl Again?

[M4F] The Best Birthday Present

loving boyfriend helps you relieve stress

[M4F] Submissive Moans for Mommy <3

[M4F] Gentle Daddy pets your pussy until you stop crying

[M4F] Gaming with your boyfriend

[M4F] Snowstorms, Cold Lips, Burning Bodies

[M4F] Gossip in the Office

[M4F] Running Late

Yuki Tsunoda

[M4F] Netflix and sleep

Fish tacos

[M4A] comforting to know

Max Verstappen

I'm Going To Fuck You How I Want...And How You Need

Couchsleeping

[M4F] [Script fill] A Lesson

Sebastian Vettel

[M4F] [Script Fill] To Pitch a Tent

[M4F] Welcome to Germany

Nursing the nurse

Cumming back (repost)

Just a quick ramblefap <3

[M4F] A Pleasure to Serve

[M4F] "I'll Choose You"

[M4F] Don't Laugh, but I gotta Tell You Something

[M4F] [SCRIPT FILL] "I Want To Fuck A Baby Into You."

[M4F] Msub going dominant (but failing miserably) [Ramblefap]

[M4F] This Is How I Picture Our First Time

[M4A]What is a train? [Relaxation][Train][Slow][Sleep-aid][SFW][German Accent]

[M4F] Telling you how to touch yourself

Reading and describing a German children's picture book

Snuggles

[M4F] It's Always the Shy Ones

[M4F] Quiet Period Cuddles

[M4F] The Care I Need

[M4F] we can stay in bed all day, as long as you don't cum

[M4F] ramblefap first try

[M4F] Little cuddlefuck for my babygirl

[M4f] [Script Fill] Roommates: Cooling Off

[M4F] [Script Fill] You Don't Need Him

[M4F] Desperate for your touch

[M4F] Promise Me You Didn’t See That

James Volwes

[M4F] Leave Him for Me

Mark Webber

[M4F] No I am so tired

[M4F] [fingered against the wall]

Susie Wolff

[F4F] [F4A] Help me decorate the tree

Toto Wolff

[M4F] Your Manager want you in his office

[M4F] [Script Fill] Daddy Trap

[M4F] Teasing Your Bookworm Boyfriend into Morning Sex

Keep relaxing, babygirl

I’m not going anywhere

You Are Not Your Mistakes

[M4F] Snowed in with only one bed

That Time We Went House Hunting

Your boyfriend's dad helps you during No Nut November

I love the thought of everything happening in public

[M4F] Don't Keep Daddy Waiting

[M4F] Letting Go of Control

[M4F] [Script Fill] Catch My Eye

Zhou Guanyu

[M4A][Script Fill] Please let me take care of you.

[M4F] [Script Fill] You don’t have to hold it all in.

#christine recommends audios #lance stroll #sebastian vettel #mick schumacher #carlos sainz jr #george russell #fabio quartararo #yuki tsunoda #zhou guanyu #toto wolff #james vowles #max verstappen #logan sargeant #daniel ricciardo #kimi raikkonen #oscar piastri #sergio perez

[thiscoldheart]

some details that i loved in la chimera (spoiler heavy) :

i posted this on twitter as well but i wanted to include it here too. i love this little moment here where italia rests her head on arthur's shoulder and for a brief moment, he's anchored to the present by that touch, but him being the orpheus that he is, just HAD to turn back and find himself gravitating towards the tombs, the past and his eurydice.

the fact that italia's name is literally italy in italian and by the end of the movie she creates a community of her own where she's looking out for those that are outcasted by society, in an abandoned train station named riparbella which literally means "to start again".

arthur's eye always being blocked by shadow throughout the movie until he sees the light at the very end

according to wiki, the goddess the statue is based on is cybele, goddess of nature, animals, wild places and represents the "creative and destructive force of nature." her phrygian name matar (mother) alludes to the fact that she was a "mediator between the boundaries of the known and unknown, the civilized and the wild, the worlds of the living and the dead." i love that this goddess' presence in the movie symbolizes arthur traversing between the living and the dead worlds and getting closer to beniamina. i love that by the end of the movie, the statue itself becomes unknown to human eyes and returns to the wild, far away from civilization, which is arguably the same fate that arthur meets as he dies.

the red string that's following arthur around is very reminiscent of the red string ariadne gives theseus to find his way through the maze. it's beautiful how this red string seems to appear only in his dreams at first but slowly starts crossing the boundaries of dreams and reality as the movie goes on until he is able to tug at it by the end and cross over into beniamina's world.

arthur, at the beginning of the movie, says "so it's you. my last woman's face." how cool is it that beniamina's face resembles cybele's?

arthur goes back to flora's house after being injured and her daughter finds him in the bathroom. spooked, she says "i thought it was a ghost" which arthur might as well be considering how he's essentially been a walking corpse this entire movie.

also a special shout out from the bottom of my heart to the sped up sequences, didn't even realize how badly i needed them until i saw them. the chaos in these sequences is everything to me. this is REAL cinema!

in general, one of the themes that i've come to love about this movie is how objects can have different meanings to everyone. an object like the bell arthur found was just "a thing that rings" whereas italia interprets it as a gift until she comes to realize it's been excavated from a grave. the statue was part of a shrine back when it was made, but to the tombaroli and the sellers, this is only a means to make more money. the train station started off as a place that symbolizes movement of people from the city to the countryside but has now become a home for the outcasts of society. the apotropaic phallus would've have warded off evil and bad luck back in the day, but is now used as a means of escape from the law. a simple red string is the literal lifeline for arthur as he tries to find his way back to his lover.

also want to give another shout out to the inclusion of the italian troubadours (our greek chorus) who beautifully spell out the tragedy of our protagonist and his gang.

speaking of music, i really liked this particular song italia was singing as she was practicing. the lyrics go "i'd like to explain to you, o god/ where my suffering lies/ but fate condemns me to weep/ to weep" and that's exactly when arthur finds her crying son. at least italia finds a way for her suffering to end by the end of the movie. maybe we can say the same about arthur too?

i'll probably add more as i keep rewatching the movie lol and make a thread of this on twitter too (x) thanks for sticking around and let me know what other cool details y'all noticed!

#la chimera #alice rohrwacher #josh o'connor #i clearly still have a LOT of thoughts about this movie #wasn't expecting this brainrot when i first watched it but here we are :))))

[whorecrux-of-slytherin]

Slytherin Boys try to impress you with their idea of an ideal date.

(part.1) : Draco | Blaise | Theodore

Warning - mentions of kissing, slight toxic behaviour if you squint. This is not proof read, so kindly ignore any grammatical errors or typos

a/n . I have only included Draco, Blaise and Theo in this because if I add the rest of them ( Enzo, Matheo and Tom ) it'll be far too long. But for the most part I'm too lazy to write for everyone in one go. I don't mind writing a part 2 if someone requests. Also yes I made the mini mood boards 😌

Kindly do not copy my work.

DRACO MALFOY:

Draco Malfoy is the definition of generational wealth, so there's no doubt that he'd plan something romantic and lavish to spoil his partner.

He's not the best at expressing his feelings through words, so he loves making grand gestures in spoiling you. This is his way to show his upbringing and heritage; that he is worthy of your time and can treat you right.

Firstly he would pick you up personally then gift you a bouquet of your favourite flowers & something exquisite, like some custom made jewelry -an elegant bracelet maybe.

He'd go all out and book a private roof- top classic candle light dinner at the most famous and exclusive wizarding restaurants with the perfect view of the Eiffel tower in Paris. He'll hold your hand across the table, gently rub circles and occasionally give it a kiss. He also arranges for a pianist to play your favourite pieces.

After dinner, he would surprise you with a suite at a luxurious hotel to spend the night together. He'd run you both a bath and wash your hair for you while you enjoy some champagne and the most delicious macaroons you've ever had.

BLAISE ZABINI :

Blaise may come off as the most unbothered slytherin boy and honestly speaking, he is. But not when it comes to you.

You are special to him and he'd make it a point that you know. To prove this he would opt for an unconventional but romantic date night idea.

I just feel that he'd know how to drive a charmed car and owns a wide collection of vintage cars ( few from his ex step -fathers' as well). So he would take you on a romantic drive in the evening on his favourite classic vintage Porsche.

Both of you spend the night driving through the night sky watching the city lights of London; making conversations about what you like the most about each other.

Then he'd make a stop at one of his favourite spots secluded from the city to spend time watching you gaze at the stars and cuddling to get warmth from each other's bodies while he hums a soft tune.

He'd then drop you home safely but not before he kisses you passionately and say those three special words for the very first time.

THEODORE NOTT:

Theo is the pretty boy of the group. He is no doubt loaded with money- their family basically mints money for Gringotts from generations (so duh-) but he doesn't like to flash it the way Draco does.

He uses the 'dead mother' card to pull girls but in reality, he is quite the player. Deep down he at times, craves for female validation or attention. So he surrounds himself with different girls every few weeks so that he wouldn't get too attached to them.

But then he meets you and he just knows that you're the one for him. So he chases you down until you fall for him and now he wants to surprise you with the perfect date idea.

He invites you to his holiday home in Italy for the first time. The place where he grew up until his mother's death when he was 7 years old. He shows you around the huge property facing the sea and telling you about his childhood adventure there and secretly hopes that he would one day get to spend his life there with you.

He would then cook you dinner himself. Spaghetti- in the traditional Italian way with some vintage wine from his family's vineyard in the countryside.

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Thanks for reading! 🤍

Do like, share and comment down about your thoughts 🤔💭

Who would you go on a date with and why?? 🐍

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[thornybubbles]

I Never Go Around Mirrors (Yandere Illuso X Reader)

Note: I’ve neglected La Squadra members for far too long and I wanted to fix that. Still, I think this little story is kinda meh. I will try to do something better for Illuso next time.

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This wasn’t the life that you wanted to live. It was never in your plan to live on the run spending your every waking moment glancing over your shoulder and your every night wondering if you should take the risk and go to sleep. You made sure that when you left, you would head out to the country, staying as far away from any place that could possibly have a mirror. You managed to get far enough away that you managed not to panic when you found the mirrors in the old farmhouse that you rented. You got rid of them immediately, tossing them into the river behind your new house and watching the current carry them away. There had only been four of them; one in the bathroom and one in each bedroom. If you needed to see your reflection that badly, you could just marvel at your tired, haunted appearance in the river water. You weren’t totally sure how his abilities worked, but you were fairly certain that he could only use the reflection of a mirror. It had been a few days and he hadn’t tracked you down yet, so that must be the case. 

You were foolish enough to allow yourself to relax. It didn’t last long. Eventually, your paranoia would just not leave you alone. You started to notice an odd echoing sound that was driving you crazy. It sounded like a faint knocking at first and you ignored it, thinking it must be distant hammering from some construction work miles away. The echo carried far out where you were. The Italian countryside was beautiful, lined with mountains and flowering meadows, but it was not as peaceful as you had hoped. Another day passed and the knocking was beginning to sound like footsteps: slow, deliberate, stalking, mocking… 

You couldn’t stand it!

It had gotten to the point that any reflection was unbearable. Each time you caught a glimpse of yourself on any reflective surface you would panic, expecting to see him standing behind you. He wasn’t there. He was never there. Still, you didn’t want to take any chances. The silverware was replaced with cutlery made from non-reflective material. The old brass knobs throughout the house were replaced with dull metal. You made it a point to stay away from the river from now on. If you didn’t stand in front of a reflection, then he couldn’t see you. You didn’t care if his abilities could only be used with mirrors. You were not taking any chances. 

Another day or so passed. That echo was getting louder. Footsteps. They were definitely footsteps! They were closer than they were a few days ago. Now you could hear them coming up the driveway, up the steps, right up to the front door! Your eyes darted to the stained glass window adorning the door. There was nothing there. No familiar silhouette darkened the doorway. Still you kept glancing down at the knob as if expecting it to turn. It never did. You almost let out a laugh at how badly your imagination was running away with you, but the footsteps started up again. They circled the house a few times, giving off the air of someone who was on a casual stroll. You jumped up from your seat and ran to the record collection that came with the house when you bought it. The house was a treasure trove of old trinkets and homey decor left behind by its previous owners. The record collection was one of your favorites. At that moment, you needed it to save your sanity. 

You picked a record at random, placed it on the record player, placed the needle in a random position on the record, and started the player. An old country song began to play, the twang of a steel guitar covering up the sound of the footsteps. As long as you couldn’t hear it, it was fine. You stared around the parlor trying to find something else to help you relax. Your eyes settled on the bookshelf next to the unused fireplace. Just as you did with the record, you chose a book at random. You didn’t care what the book was about. It could be anything from a dull historical chronicle or an ego-driven celebrity autobiography and you wouldn’t care. As long as it took your mind off of the overbearing feeling of being hunted, you would devour each and every word. You took a seat on the overstuffed sofa, relishing the softness of the cushions, and opened the book. 

What the hell?

You stared at the page and the gibberish written there. You didn’t recognize the language at all. It wasn’t English, Italian, or any other language that you recognized… until you took a second look. 

It was Italian… but the words were all reversed. 

You shot up from the sofa, dropping the book to the floor in horror. That could only mean one thing. 

A low, familiar chuckle startled you. You looked up to see the man you’d been trying to avoid all this time standing by the record player. He lifted the needle from the record, stopping the song and filling the room with silence. He turned to you, giving you a smug grin. 

“I was wondering if you would ever figure it out.” he said with an uncomfortably calm laugh. 

His smug expression became one of soft adoration as he turned to look at you. 

“You really hurt me when you left, mia amata.” he said. “You promised that you would stay by my side forever…” 

He began a slow saunter over to you and you backed up, staring at him with disbelief.

How did he find you?!

“Everything was peachy between us until you discovered what I did for a living. Honestly, I don’t know why that matters so much to you. I suppose it is a little scary if you aren’t used to that kind of thing, but as my lover you should be willing to stick with me no matter what. I know you’re scared, but you made a promise and I think it’s only right that you keep it. I gave you all of my love. Don’t you think you owe me the same?” 

There was a dangerous undertone in his voice. He was angry, but the way he was looking at you made you wonder just how angry he was with you. His hand darted out and you flinched, squeezing your eyes closed in anticipation of pain. It never came. You opened your eyes to see him bending down to pick up your book. He opened it up and flipped through a page or two before closing it with a snap and placing it back on the book shelf. He offered you another smile, this one was devoid of the usual smugness. He was giving you the look of someone that was totally smitten. It looked out of place on his face now. You’ve seen his gleeful expression as he cruelly beat someone that made the mistake of accidentally locking eyes with you. You will never forget the rage in his eyes when someone got a little too friendly with you for his liking. You’d seen that dark side of him before and the image of it was burned into your memory. He didn’t seem to realize that you had already made your plans to leave him long before you found out that he was a Mafioso. 

“I have to admit that I was pretty mad with you when I found out you were gone.” he said, suddenly wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him. “I thought you’d abandoned me… but I realized that you didn’t really  want to leave me.” 

You stopped struggling in his hold to give him a questioning look. 

“What are you talking about?” he asked. 

He pointed back to the record player. 

“You probably didn’t even realize it, but you instinctively choose a song about a man who couldn’t stand to see his own reflection because he no longer saw his lover standing next to him. You were thinking about me, even though you didn’t realize it.” he said. 

He ran a hand along your arm until he came to your wrist where he traced his hands along the bracelet you wore there. 

“And here is another reason I know you still have the hots for me,” he said, voice taking on an arrogant, teasing tone. “You didn’t take off the bracelet I gave you, even though you knew it would lead me right to you.” 

Your eyes widened and you pushed out of his embrace. He didn’t bother to stop you, just stood there in an odd pose while he watched the realization flow over you. You lifted your arm to your face and examined the bracelet. Along with the diamonds that adorned it, you were horrified to discover that the bracelet was lined with little mirrors. Illuso chuckled and you looked up at him, dread plastered on your face. He frowned when he saw your expression. 

“Oh, wipe that look of shock off of your face.” he growled. “Stop pretending like you didn’t keep the bracelet on because you wanted me to come after you.” 

“No,” you offered  a weak protest. “I wanted to get away from you! I wanted you out of my life!” 

Illuso’s frown deepened and he closed the distance between you. You tried to back up but your escape was blocked by the wall. 

“Look, babe, I like playing a good old fashioned game of hard-to-get, too, but you’re taking this too far.” he huffed. “You missed me and you know it.” 

He placed his hands on either side of your head and you felt your heart fall. You thought you’d managed to escape him for good this time. You thought you’d been so careful. You hadn’t even looked at the bracelet when he got it for you. You’d been so concerned with pretending to adore it and worrying about the blood money he’d used to buy it for you at the time. You hadn’t considered that it would be lined with mirrors. 

“I have to admit that I’m getting a little tired of the game, though.” Illuso said, breaking you out of your thoughts. “This is like, what, your third time running out on me? Or is it the fifth? Well, whatever, it’s starting to piss me off a little bit. So I think that I’m going to put a stop to it.” 

You looked him right in the eyes when he said that. What did he mean by that? 

“What are you going to do?” you asked in a frightened whisper. 

Illuso grinned in his usual smug way, but you couldn’t ignore the sinister feeling it gave off. 

“I think I’m going to leave you in here, at least until you get over that little running away habit of yours,” he said. 

“Leave me… in here…??” you repeated, not sure what he meant. 

Illuso pushed off of the wall and looked down on you with disdain. 

“Don’t act stupid,” he scoffed. “You saw the writing in the book was reversed. Surely you’ve figured out by now that I’ve pulled you into my mirror world?” 

You gasped in horror. You sputtered words at him, but none of them formed a sentence. Illuso watched you struggle with your disbelief before he laughed and snapped his fingers in the air as if he suddenly thought of something. 

“Oh, that’s right! I never told you that I could do that, did I?” he said. “That’s right, your lover boy can not only travel from mirror to mirror, but I can actually pull others into the mirror world with me. Heh heh, it took me a little while to catch up with you because I had to find this place in the normal world, but I managed. The way you ransacked this place of all its mirrors almost made me think that you actually didn’t want me to find you, but you kept the bracelet on, so I know that’s not the case. Either that or you didn’t think the mirrors on it were big enough. Just so you know, it doesn’t matter what size the mirror is, I can move through it and pull in others. In fact, you’ve been in the mirror world since about three nights ago. You’re a really heavy sleeper, by the way.” 

The way he smiled at you then chilled you down to the marrow in your bones. 

“You can’t keep me in here, Illuso!” you shouted. 

Illuso scoffed. 

“What’s stopping me? You can’t get out unless I let you out, so you can’t run from me anymore.” he said. 

Suddenly he pulled you to him, both of his arms were wrapped around you in such a way that your own arms were pinned to your sides. You tried to squirm free but he tightened his hold on you. 

“Quit that!” he shouted, annoyed by your struggling. 

You froze and he smirked. 

“That’s better. Now, I don’t really have anything important to do today, so I thought that you and I could spend some time together. You’ve been gone for so long and I missed you so much. I think we should make up for lost time. What do you think about that?” He said, planting a kiss on your cheek. 

You whimpered pathetically, but said nothing.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #reader insert #yandere jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jjba #jojo x reader #yandere jjba x reader #yandere illuso #illuso #jjba illuso #jjba part 5 #golden wind #vento aureo #jjba vento auero #jjba golden wind #illuso x reader #yandere illuso x reader

[fleetwood-cheese]

Phantom Thief outfit breakdown: pt 7

This is a continuation of my previous post and series regarding my opinions on the phantom thieves' metaverse costumes, prompted by a poll by @waywardsalt. I will link all of these together as they're finished.

Akechi - Ann - Makoto - Sumire - Futaba - Yusuke

Next Up: Detective Prince Akechi! It's time for the marching band prince outfit. This one is much more break down than changes tbh.

For some reason he doesn't have a piece from the set of official art I've been including, so he gets this (does let us see the back though). I'm starting to see more and more people say they think this one is hideous, but I actually don't agree! From a design and character perspective, this outfit is striking, very coherent, and richly detailed without feeling overly cluttered. I think part of the reason it's so jarring is because its so on the nose for the prince personal and thus comes across as sort of childish and impulsive, like it was chosen on a whim, but I do think that's intentional. The purpose of this outfit is to contrast directly with Joker's, the white counterpoint to his black ensemble, lure the thieves into a false sense of security, and to make the black mask outfit more of a shock, and it accomplishes this in my opinion.

I also like that's its a subtle form of rebellion that's very specific to Akechi's situation; he's a bastard child being used by his powerful father with little recognition, so the idea of being a prince, someone powerful and important because of his birth and his familial connections, IS a form of rebellion for him. The rest of the thieves (besides Futaba and Joker, who're there for the 8/28 trauma dump) don't know this though, so it flies over their heads. It's the pristine, white prince to the black mask's dark knight.

The most obvious inspiration here is the fairy tale prince aesthetic, playing off his media moniker, but it also incorporates a significant amount of formal military regalia. I'm not super familiar with this particular branch of history and fashion, but it seems very European 1700s and 1800s to me, very Napoleonic. The white color seems very Napoleon's Grande Armee to me, but the cut, double row of buttons, and shoulder epulettes scream 1912 American Navy full dress uniform. Ironically, this mix of military gravitas and fairy tale stylization means that the outfit ends up looking startlingly similar to the duelist uniforms of Revolutionary Girl Utena in my eyes, which is probably not the exact vibe they were going for.

The red and gold accents help break up the monotony of the white very well, and the piping on the arms and legs provide a nice lengthening effect. The mask is very interesting, because while it follows the European vibe, its distinctly not military; instead, it pulls on two different types of masks: the zanni and the plague doctor mask. The zanni mask is Italian, named for the character it denoted in commedia dell'arte plays; this character was a servant from the countryside and often a trickster character, which nicely alludes to how Akechi is the rival trickster to Joker in Yaldaoboath's game, as well as the way he's intentionally tricking both Shido and the thieves. The plague doctor mask is, obviously, the mask worn to prevent the spread of the black plague during medical examinations and treatment during its outbreak in the Renaissance, and I presume it relates to Akechi in the way he's been treated as a pest his whole life and is trying to maintain distance with the thieves during Sae's Palace.

There's no real changes I'd make here; I think this outfit does its job wonderfully, with a wealth of attention to detail and well used motifs. Most distaste with the costume is probably personal preference and the shock it gives you the first time you see it. It's definitely not something I'd ever wear but it gets the job done well. I place it 4th out of 10, with a solid score of 7/10.

#akechi goro #goro akechi #persona 5 #persona 5 crow #persona outfit critique series #yes it does look like a marching band uniform (source: I was in marching band) but that's because they have the same inspirations #the similarity there probably isn't intentional (idk how popular marching band is in Japan) #and lets face it: this is leagues better than the black mask costume

[readyforthegarden]

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: None, pure cute date night fluff!

AN: This is based on the absolutely adorable post made by @sunfl0wer-power about date night with the guys, and Sam’s being pasta night. Brenna thank you so much for this inspiration and okaying me to write this! (To anyone who sent in a prompt the other week, I am working on them, I promise!!)

🍝 🍝 🍝

Date nights with Sam were always incredible. Since you met, he always knew how to have a good time, taking you out to dinner, dancing, a little dive bar for some drinks, even to a line dancing competition where you almost won fourth place (which was entirely based on charisma, in your two-left footed opinion). You always left the night with your cheeks hurting from smiling and laughing so much, and hot from blushing under his attentions and touches.

All that being said, you were relieved when he texted you one day, asking if you’d be okay with a date night at home, well, his home. You were excited for something a little more casual, asking what he had in mind.

‘I thought we could make some dinner together, watch a movie…makeout on the couch until our lips fall off?” you giggled, knowing the lanky man would quite literally go on kissing you until that happened.

“All of that sounds wonderful to me. Can I bring anything?”

“Just your cute self. And a dog treat for Rosie, she won’t forgive you if you forget.”

“I already have a milkbone in my bag for her 😉”

“Perfect. I’ll see you tonight, around six?”

“See you then, 😘”

“😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘”

Laughing at the string of emojis he sent back, you focused back on your work, glancing towards the clock and counting down until you were done and could leave for Sam’s.

After the longest four hours of work of your life, you were knocking on Sam’s front door, hearing the excited tapping of Rosie’s nails on the floor as she ran to see who was there, and Sam telling her it was you in an excited voice.

“Hi baby!” Sam grinned as he swung open the door. He ushered you inside, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he closed the door behind you and you knelt down to give some love to Rosie, having her sit before giving her the treat you’d tucked away in your purse. Standing back up, you turned back to Sam and wrapped your arms around his waist, just happy to be in his embrace. You pulled back and looked up at him, pressing a soft kiss to his pouty lips before turning towards his kitchen, hearing music spilling from the speaker in there.

“Are you playing Sinatra?” Sam shrugged and nodded.

“Fits the theme,” was all he supplied with a smile. You set your bag down and kicked off your shoes and put them next to Sam’s by the door and followed him down the hallway. The lights in the kitchen were lowered, the atmosphere already starting to feel romantic, making your heart beat excitedly in your chest. You saw a big mound of flour on the large, square island, and a small, metal machine with a crank. Fresh herbs were peeking out from a reusable cloth grocery bag, along with a crusty loaf of bread.

“Are we making pasta?” you turned to him, eyes wide. He smiled and nodded.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I thought a nice Italian dinner sounded good, and making it together from scratch sounded like fun.” Sam took your hand, gently leading you to the mound of flour and picking an apron from the other counter, draping it over your head. “Besides, there is nothing like the taste of fresh, homemade pasta. I had some when we toured in Italy and it just hits different. I made sure when we came back to learn to make it.”

“I bet that was amazing. Italy sounds amazing and beautiful.” you sighed wistfully, imagining drinking a glass of wine looking over the Italian countryside with a plate of carbonara.

“I’ll take you one day, I promise.” Sam murmured, reaching down and around you, tying the apron strings around your waist before putting his own on. He leaned his head back, shaking his hair over his shoulders and gathering it into a small bun at the back of his head, and you bit your bottom lip, trying not to stare at how handsome he looked with his hair pulled back. “Are you ready?”

“I’m ready!” Sam brought you in close, picking up a mixing bowl and gently pressing it into the middle of the flour mountain, making a divet. Explaining that there were two types of flour in the mix, semolina and all purpose, he handed you the bowl, and instructed you to pour in the contents, bright yellow egg yolks, into the hole. Setting the bowl aside, you took the fork he handed you, and watched him as he showed you how to mix up the yolks and incorporate the flour. He had you try and soon enough, you’d made a large ball of dough.

“Okay, now we need to…well, knead.” Sam chuckled, sprinkling some more flour on the work surface. He left you try first, but soon his hands were over yours, arms around your body and front pressed to your back, helping you apply the right amount of pressure to work the gluten in the dough. He was letting out soft, quiet grunts from the exertion and your cheeks flushed.

“You keep grunting like that in my ear, we’re not going to finish this dinner.” you giggled, causing Sam’s body to shake against yours with a laugh.

“Trust me, you’ll hear them later, baby.” he pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear. “Focus on the pasta, and you’ll get a nice cannoli for dessert.” you shook your head, letting him know his joke was bad and he just laughed more. “Okay, no more jokes, let’s roll this out.”

After another surface dusting of flour, Sam grabbed a rolling pin, coating that with flour and starting to flatten out the dough. After a few moments, he handed it to you, and you took your turn rolling, before it was the perfect thickness to roll.

“What kind of noodles are we making?” you asked as Sam cut wide strips out.

“Papardelle. It’s just a little wider than fettuccine and holds sauce really nicely.” you nodded and took the sheet he handed you, listening to him as he instructed you how to run the sheet through the pasta cutter. You couldn’t help the excited squeal you let slip through your lips as you watched the separated noodles come out the other end of the machine as Sam turned the crank.

“Look!” you picked one up, pinching it between your thumb and forefinger and holding it up in front of his face. “I made pasta! Barilla who?” Sam just grinned at you as you admired your handiwork, and noticed a small bit of flour on the apple of your cheek. He reached out and cupped your face, swiping it away with his thumb as his warm, coffee brown eyes gazed down at you. If you’d been in this relationship longer than you had, you would’ve sworn it was a look of love he was adoring you with. You were certain your eyes were filled with the same emotion as he slowly, gently closed the space between you and pressed his lips to yours. You couldn’t help the little spring in your feet as you popped up to his level so he wouldn’t have to bend his back too far, making him smile as you softly placed your hands on his sides, using the fabric of his shirt to tug yourself closer to him.

After a few moments of the sweet embrace, you parted, both of you smiling and getting back to work, making more noodles. Once that was done, Sam lifted a large pot onto the stove after filling it with water.

“We’ll boil the noodles and while we wait for the water to heat up, we’ll start our sauce.” He pulled out a saucepan from a cupboard and placed it on the stove. Turning to the bag, he pulled out the herbs, a clove of garlic and a large onion. He handed you the onion to peel and dice as he took care of mincing the garlic, saying he’d handle the stinkier of the two.

“I already blanched and peeled the tomatoes before you got here, I didn’t think you’d want to sit here and peel them, it can be frustrating.” Sam informed you, grabbing a strainer from the sink. The soft flesh of red tomatoes shone under the kitchen lights.

“I didn’t realize we were making the sauce from scratch too!” you looked up at Sam, smiling excitedly. So far cooking with him had been amazing, you were excited to do more of it.

“This is not a jarred sauce household, babygirl.” Sam winked at you. “You’ll never use store bought again once you taste this.”

“Ooh, I’ll be the judge of that.” you teasingly challenged him back as you finished your last cut through the onion. Sam guided you back to the stove, drizzling olive oil in the saucepan and letting it heat up before having you add the onions in and then him the garlic. While that cooked down, you and him made quick work of cutting up the tomatoes, scooping out the seeds and putting the halves back in the strainer. Once that was done, he added them to the pot with the fresh oregano, thyme, basil and salt and pepper.

“Okay, we’ll let that boil for a little bit and meld everything together.” Sam started cleaning up a bit, and you pitched in, starting to wash the plastic cutting board and knives in the sink as he wiped down the counters and cleaned them until the pasta water starting boiling. You washed your hands and nearly danced over to the pot, watching Sam toss some salt into the water as the bubbles rolled. "I'll let you do the honors of the first pasta drop."

"Why thank you, what a gentleman." you chuckled, picking up one of the little nests of noodles. You let it gently slid from your palm into the water, and Sam picked up the next one, plopping it in unceremoniously, making you laugh. You finished putting the noodles into the pot, wiping your hands on your apron before moving around Sam and stirring the sauce. Sam came up next to you, a clean spoon in hand and dipped it into the sauce, blowing on it when he brought it back up and held it to your lips, cupping a hand under it in case a drop spilled. You opened your mouth, taking a taste of the sauce and humming as the fresh flavors coated your tongue. "That's so good, Sam." he smiled as he put the spoon into his mouth, pulling it out clean, nodding and doing a little dance.

"I think this is my best batch of sauce yet." he proclaimed, tossing the spoon into the sink and turning back to you. "And it's all because you helped me make it, I think."

"Oh I don't know if that's true." you shook your head. Sam wrapped an arm around you, pulling him into his side and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"It is, this sauce is made with love. You can taste it." you snuggled into Sam's side, letting him sway you around to Dean Martin's "You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Loves You" as the sauce simmered and the water bubbled in the background. Sam was humming along to the melody, and just as you wished he would sing, his voice softly filled your ears, his cheek resting on top of your head. "As sure as the stars shine above you're nobody 'til somebody loves you, so find yourself somebody to love."

You could've stayed like that all night, but the timer he set for the pasta started going off, and you had to leave the warmth of his embrace. You leaned up against the island and watched as he took a pair of tongs and pulled out a few noodles, taking one to the sink and running it under cold water to cool it before testing the doneness. He bit off a bit of it and then held it out for you. You took the noodle and bit into it, a perfect al dente. Dipping a measuring cup into the pasta water, he set that aside and went to drain the pasta.

He took it straight from the strainer and into the sauce pan, coating the noodles with the rich tomato sauce and adding just a little bit of the reserved pasta water and letting it simmer a bit to thicken the sauce. In the mean time, he took the bread from the bag, slicing it and laying the slices on a baking sheet, rubbing a cut clove of garlic over the bread and sprinkling some extra herbs on it once he'd put some butter on top. Popping the tray in the oven on broil, he timed it a few minutes before pulling out perfectly browned, crispy garlic bread.

Once the consistency of the sauce was too his liking, he had you grab two bowl-like plates from the cupboard and hold them for him as he plated the pasta, twisting it into a cute spiral on the plates.

"Okay, now just a little extra." he reached into the grocery bag and pulled out a wedge of parmesan cheese, and found a grater in one of the drawers of the island. He unwrapped it quickly and shaved it over the pasta, sprinkling it with the finest snow of cheese you'd ever seen, and then a pinch of some parsley he got just for garnish. "There. Perfect."

"This looks and smells incredible, Sam, I can't wait to try it." you rubbed your hands together excitedly.

"Follow me to the dining room." you expected Sam to lead you to his actual dining room, but instead, he took you to the living room. You hadn't noticed it when you'd passed by earlier, but he'd rearranged the space to fit a small table and two chairs. There was a bottle of wine at the table and glasses ready for a pour as he set the plates down. He came back and reached forward, untying the knot at the front of your apron and tugging the strings loose before taking the apron off you. He did the same with his and took your hand leading you to the table. You noticed as he tucked your chair in for you, instead of sitting across from you, he was right beside you, his knee brushing yours under the table as he sat.

"Sam, no matter what this tastes like," you began. "I just want you to know, this has been one of the best dates I've ever been on." Sam blushed and smiled, moving the hand closest to you and taking yours in his.

"For me too." he agreed. "You're easy to work with. And the kissing between tasks is a plus."

"Yeah, I'll cheers to that." you giggled. "Well, once you pour the wine." Sam reached out and grabbed the bottle of wine, opening it and pouring both of you a glass before raising his and meeting yours with a small cheers and taking a sip. From there, you both dug in, and you couldn't help the praises that slipped from your lips at how good the dinner was, glad that you'd made so much so you could ask for a little to take to work the next day for lunch.

"Okay, can I ask something?" Sam pushed the pasta around his plate for a minute.

"Sure, what is it?" you asked, dabbing your napkin against your lips as you set yours down. Sam took a small breath.

"I know it's dumb and silly, and you don't have to, but..." he squeezed his eyes shut before looking at you. "I've always wanted to have a Lady and the Tramp moment with pasta..." you took a moment to realized what he was trying to ask.

"Oh! Well...neither of us are wearing white, and it's kind of cute you want to do that...why not?" Sam lit up, picking up a long noodle from his plate and sticking one end in his mouth, and holding out the other for you. You got the other end in your mouth and both you and Sam had trouble keeping your giggles at bay as your lips inched closer and closer before the final bite, and your lips were planted firmly against one anothers.

"Rosie probably thinks we're idiots." Sam laughed, wiping sauce from his chin as you wiped some from your cheek.

"She always has," you shrugged. The two of you finished your meal together, and you helped him clean up, packing up the left overs into tupperware and into the fridge, nearly squealing with delight when he told you that two of them were for you to take home.

Sitting on the couch, you were snuggled up into his side watching the movie on the television, when you realized something.

"Hey Sam, is there any dessert?" Sam looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed.

"I thought you were stuffed?" he asked, and you leaned up, taking his chin in your hand and gently shaking his head back and forth.

"Well, someone promised me a cannoli..." Sam smirked immediately and wrapped his arms around you, leaning you back on the couch until you were flat on your back.

"Oh, there's dessert alright, c'mere baby."

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#greta van fleet #sam kiszka #sam kiszka x reader #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #endings are so hard and cringey to write idk

[circuslollipop]

Ooh! 🐅 ✨ 🍁 for the ask game!

aaaa thank you so much for sending!!

🐅 - Characterization: character habits, personality, etc.

inspired by her brother willas and the star charts he drew for her when she was little, i think marg will occasionally take up sketching when she has no other duties to attend to. she doesn't have much time to practice (especially since she came to king's landing), but she sometimes draws her surroundings, like the clouds and landscapes around her when she's riding a carriage through the countryside

✨ - Worldbuilding or background story elements.

i think i recall grrm saying one time he partially based the reach off a region in northern france? no idea if i'm remembering that correctly but because of it i imagine the tyrells and other reach folk with a french accent. all the love to the ppl who headcanon italian tyrells; i think that's a really neat hc too but french tyrells is where my brain is at

🍁 - Physical locations, flora & fauna.

gonna keep this reach themed i think! the arbor gives me like. a mixture of southern california islands (think catalina island or the channel islands) and napa valley wine country in terms of overall climate. lots of hills, chaparral, quite warm weather. also they have island foxes there and if you've never seen one before i implore you to look them up

#catofoldstones #thank you for sending!!

[guineverist]

so. this is my first time doing anything in this fandom. i wrote a small 2k carobekah friendship/light slash fic last october but that was entirely different from what i'm doing here, which is 10k after 2 chapters. i'm not the most experienced writer either so i'm sure this is a little rough but i'm here anyway!

i've already posted the first chapter and it's an invisible life of addie larue fusion, which for those who don't know is about a girl who makes a deal with a devil/demon/creature/something that's never fully explained for "freedom" which ends up being immortality that comes with a side of no one ever remembering her, except who she made the bargain with. i think you can see where i'm going with this! it's not canon divergent, but it's very much not ah/au either

a lot of background for a snippet of a wip ik but i felt like it was all pretty important! so here's the start of my favorite scene from ch2 which i think shows the general vibe of the story pretty well.

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Stealing from wealthy men was not the life that Caroline had planned for herself when she first dreamed of exploring the world. She saw visions of beautiful art, delicate dresses, and true romance, but that dream was crushed the second her father looked at her without recognition in his eyes. And even more so with every day that passed.

Instead, she started finding men with too much coin and too little sense to give a forced donation to her cause. Figuring out the exact boundaries of her curse was difficult work, and mistakes were dangerous, but eventually she discovered what strings to pull to get a desired result without technically leaving a mark on the world.

Directly poisoning a man's drink was impossible. By the time any sip from a poisoned cup was taken, her effect would have already been erased. Placing a sedative in a bottle of wine, however, and letting the man pour himself a glass remained within the boundaries of her curse. He made his own choice. She merely guided him toward it.

It would be a long time until she learned the intricacies of what she agreed to in that forest, but each hard-fought step toward mastery was a rewarding practice.

She was spending the one-year anniversary of her deal with the devil in an inn, pretending to be interested in the adventures of yet another man of means. All the men shared the same stories, activities they participated in to stand out did just the opposite, so she felt comfortable nodding in the right places as her mind was on the traveling exhibition that had come to Paris the week before.

Pieces of art from around the world had been stationed on a Parisian street for any passerby to look at. She was unable to focus on any one kind of art, constantly distracted by new things from new places. The Italian art created by artists from Florence, Siena, and Rome and metalwork from other cities in France ended up being her favorites, but even then she could not keep her eyes away from everything else.

Her attention turned back to the man, now deep in his cups. He introduced himself earlier in the night, but she did not pay enough mind to recall it. He was not far off from losing consciousness, and Caroline intended on seeing the exhibit one more time before it left for its next stop in Reims. She hoped she could find or buy a memento to remember it by.

When the man finally fell asleep, Caroline exited the inn room significantly richer. She stood outside the room for a moment and leaned back against the door. It was late enough that very few people would be wandering the hallways, and even fewer would take time to look at a single girl. 

She took the sedative out of her pocket and looked at it. She was spending the nights at a noble family's residence while the family vacationed through some part of the countryside. She had used the lady of the house's name to acquire a dress once. It only felt right that she made use of the house when no one was around to take offense. Trespassing would be the legal term, but it was hardly as though she was at risk of being prosecuted. There was a large part of her that wanted to make use of the sedative on herself as a way of getting the accursed anniversary over with, but the grogginess she felt in the morning afterward was enough to make her consider more carefully.

She had almost finished calculating the amount she'd need to take to be able to get to bed safely while still skipping as much of the night as possible when something in the air changed. It got a shade colder, as if something started drawing out the heat.

Caroline put the sedative in her pocket as she felt a presence at her back and, even after a year of silence, knew exactly who, or what, was there. The first few weeks of her new life were spent cursing the deal her past self had made and the demon who she had made it with.

It was odd, she thought, to be so aware of something she had only come across once. To be so disoriented before a conversation– a confrontation, surely, even starts.

#klaroline wip wed #trying to put caroline in the 18th century is kinda beating my ass #but we persevere! #it'll get better. hopefully.

[avelera]

I played the first game of a Vampire the Masquerade tabletop rpg campaign tonight and my dudes, I am a lifelong lover of melodramatic Anne Rice vampires and I STILL couldn’t stop thinking about how much more accurate WWDITS is for how real life vampires would be.

Like the whole first game was introducing the politics of the city and the different clans and assembling our party coterie and getting our missions and learning who all the important people and backstories are and all I could think of was Lazlo’s line, “I became a vampire to suck and fuck forever,” not sit in boring ass local municipal government meetings WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT ALL THE VAMPIRE POLITICS IS.

Lazlo is so fucking valid for saying that seriously who the FUCK wants to be a vampire leader with responsibilities, just so you can be forced to micromanage bickering egos for ETERNITY??

I made an ancient Roman Centurion character who was woken from torpor by an archaeologist team, and the first thing she did was get the lead archaeologist to get her up to speed on the modern era and then IMMEDIATELY fuck off for an endless vacation in the Italian countryside with him while secretly promoting his career (by literally just… pointing out places where he should dig and explaining Ancient Roman stuff to him so he always has amazing new, accurate discoveries) and they are just living the LIFE in the countryside outside Rome before the campaign mission pulled all the characters to freezing-ass BOSTON of all places.

Thankfully, I designed the character to be humorous so she can actually say aloud things like, “And people wonder why I don’t give a shit about vampires or vampire politics? Why the fuck am I running errands for local bureaucrats when I could be in a villa on the Mediterranean having my professor boyfriend read Ovid to me under the moonlight, ffs!” Like out of game I’m stoked for the plot the DM has planned but in game I’m laughing at how ridiculous the world of vampires is to anyone with anything better to do with their immortality.

#vampire the masquerade #Maggie plays VTM

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Happy Saturday—please enjoy Ficino having a Bad Day and dealing with Annoying Relatives who think he should be getting more from the Medici (and can’t he try harder?? Ask for a little more?? Doesn’t the family deserve to have some finery??)

Ficino’s family did seem to have some occasional grasping tendencies, if the litigiousness over Dietifeci’s will is anything to go by. Also telling that in Marsilio’s will he includes multiple contingencies that basically say “you will be content with how I am divvying up my property; if you sue each other over it you don’t get any of it and it will all revert to the church. No! Suing!”

Considering Marsilio was tied up, off and on, in lawsuits with his brothers over their father’s will over multiple years, it’s not super surprising that he built in requirements that to receive the inheritance you can’t contest it, if you think someone else got an unfair due.

Anyway, I enjoy knowing Marsilio lived with like ten other people and they all were Loud and Italian. No wonder he ran off to Giovanni’s whenever he got a chance. Granted I suspect the Cavalcanti living situation was also crowded—brothers + wives + multiple children. It’s different though if you’re a guest versus head of the household. Also i suspect Giovanni’s country house had more space.

Ficino had three maybe four homes, technically. The figline house I believe was rented to a brother or cousin so he didn’t stay there. Celle was a tiny farm and Careggi was a small hold and the place in Florence was a townhouse with Marsilio, his mother, his many orphaned nieces and nephews that he raised, his house keeper, his house keeper’s four daughters and god idk the family cat and two dogs and the geese out back

Marsilio: i need peace for five minutes to work on my book

Dietifeci, nephew named after his grandfather: PIERO WONT LET ME PLAY WITH HIS LUTE

Piero, nephew: THAT IS BECAUSE YOU WILL BREAK IT SOME HOW

Beatrice: UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE LOOK WHAT I MADE!!!!

Alessandra: Marsilio, dearest son, I need to take a nap because my prophetic visions are coming on strong.

Pico banging at the door: WE WERE SUPPOSED TO MEET UP TO TALK PLATO TODAY! DEBATE ME!

Giovanni: I love that all you want is to be a simple philosopher in the countryside and instead you are forced to be a Dad(tm) and have half of Florence hanging on your bell all day never giving you a moment’s peace

Marsilio: please make yourself useful and get my nephews to stop fighting, tell Beatrice her art is beautiful and inform Pico I will talk to him tomorrow

Angela: UNCLE! UNCLE! TELL BEATRICE THAT MY ART IS BETTER THAN HER ART!

Marsilio sighs.

#I’m sure he enjoyed aspects of it #he just does not strike me as a Family Man(tm) #Marsilio Ficino #Marsilio blogging #history #marsilio sourcing

[monsterkissed]

You said you liked to share BNGN trivia, so you got any tidbits?

some assorted trivialities (spoilers for a fanfic up to the latest chapter):

the fic was originally envisioned (and partly written) as a series of drabbles! if i had kept that going, it would currently be 5,376 drabbles long.

tiramisu was written into the outline entirely as bait/tribute to my partners, who are big siamese fans. she is now the most popular oc i have ever made for anything. i considered writing an origin story fic for her back when there was a jjba oc zine in the works, but it fell thru and now it only lives in my head. it involves multiple murders : )

bngn is not phf-compliant bc i did not want to read it. to make up for this i promise to find other horrible things for fugo to go through instead <3

probably not news to anyone by this point but here is some explicit confirmation: the first prologue that opens the fic is not about doppio

there are so many cases of foreshadowing in the form of jokes or joke-adjacent statements at this point that i cannot actually remember them all. if you see me make a silly comment in this fic there is at least a 20% chance it's actually a very sneaky mean comment hiding behind the linear progression of time

when i first drafted the outline act 3 was much much shorter and had a few drastic differences. one of these was that polnareff (or at least one of him) would have survived to support the gang much as he does in the original VA, but i could not think of anything fun for him to do that didn't detract from everything else, or at least nothing more fun than the inexplicable spectacle of two dead polnareffs after all of the build-up towards him. rip, rip.

speaking of fun: i wanted to have every major character get at least one really cool moment, regardless of how central they were to the story. i didn't want anyone to feel like you could cut them out completely and it wouldn't matter, i wanted to keep that ensemble feel of VA and give everyone room to affect the story in important ways, even if the fic still obviously has its focusses. of the ones i've published so far, i think i like mista's intervention in the Trish & Dop vs Fugo fight best out of those moments because i just had so much fun writing and visualising it and he felt like a natural fit to provoke fugo's own position in the story as a person fixated on the objective facts (which he was canonically Not Wrong about, in terms of sticking with bruno being a dubious plan for anyone fond of staying alive) to face off against someone who operates more on vibes and rolling the dice.

way back in the depths of drabble-draft the flashbacks were going to occur chronologically, followed by the present day stuff. but as i became aware that this was growing into something i realised that this would be stitching two pretty drastically different fics together back to back, and decided instead to use the current format. in theory this was purely going to allow me to show doppio's relationship with diavolo alongside his absence from him, so we can see simultaneously why he values and misses him so much and what he's becoming without him. in practice it led to a bunch of smaller changes that built up into, among other things, the premise of the entire canon divergence. technically, all of the flashbacks in act 1 and 2 "take place" during ch. 30. there is an implication to this that so far nobody has commented on ;)

i spent an amount of time researching macdonalds in italy that i will never ever get back

speaking of researching things that don't matter to anyone but me: everywhere a major scene happens is based on a specific spot i hand-picked on google maps. i roamed a lot of italian countryside via satellite trying to find the Exact kind of big, ugly, concrete-floored farm i had in mind for the first secco fight

technically this fic (or at least the extended universe around it) has sorbet and gelato VA-style origin stories to go with their fanstands (which i had a lot of fun with, workshopping around ideas for things that would make for excellent and suitably juicy assassination tools but vulnerable in a stand vs stand battle). much like tiramisu, so does my second stand-using oc brodo (who also cameos in 'I Think We're Alone Now', because skulking around trying not to be noticed is his speciality) the third, katarina, is only mostly goncharov-inspired, and Heart of Glass was originally going to be one of the chapter titles for this fic. another song with a very similar title still will be!

i had no intention of narancia being as big a presence in the fic as he was, but the longer i wrote the more i realised that he's just too fun to put in a room with doppio. the scene where he accepts the truth made me feel genuinely like a bit of a horrible person because i'd enjoyed building up their friendship so much and it was one of those chapters where i knew Exactly what the character would want to do and exactly why it would be the thing that would hurt them the most.

when i was hammering out the outline for what would become this fic an artist i had been following released a song that i put on in the background while i wrote, and then stopped writing and went back to listen to it properly twelve or thirteen times because it was eerily vibing perfectly with some of the themes i had been kicking around in my head trying to make something out of. it put a few seeds in my head in the way that some things serendipitously do, so much so that i almost named the whole fic after it. in the end, i decided to affix it to just one chapter where i felt it would best set the tone for the imminent descent to come. that chapter would be chapter thirty-eight.

[remapped-soul]

ok I’ve seen this tag a million time so: Italian summer AU and Ibiza car ride AND warm meals pt2 🙏🏼❤️

twin <3

ok so, italian summer au is the fic i wanted to write ever since i saw call me by your name. it doesn't have a romantic plot, but it focuses on friendships and how you let go of something and learn to accept what life gives you. basically, after retirement, seb starts to feel lost. ofc, not in the first few months, but gradually. his wife sees it, his kids see it. he needs a break, a break from the break. so he goes to Italy, he always wanted to live in the countryside, somewhere it doesn't remind him of maranello and ferrari. so he goes. he gets lost, drops off the face of the world (not that he's doing sth different now). and someone finds him hehe

warm meals pt 2 - it follows brocedes in the next year of them being teammates, aka 2014. with more food shared between them and something else too. it's still in idea form for now but i hope i can finish it soonish.

ibiza car ride au - well, it's charlos...i have the start under the cut for rating reasons. I am sorry, this fic will be a mess. alexa, play monotonia by shakira.

Her body was soft under his hands, slippery with sweat, hot with summer heat. He squeezed his fingers over her pale bikini lines, skin turning white as he pulled her against him. A broken moan escaped her lips, nails scratching against his chest as she rose until she was almost off his dick. Their eyes locked. She lowered slowly and controlled. It was agonizing, his control almost frayed. Two hours before, they were eating a perfect dinner on the terrace when she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I want you to fuck me bare". He had almost choked on his wine. His mother was present. Now, she was dripping wet on his cock and driving him crazy.

"Amore."

She clenched around him as her ass touched his thighs. Her hair was a golden curtain around her face, damp with sweat at the temples. He said again, "Amore."

Carlos came to Ibiza on a whim. He wanted to spend the last days of his summer break with his friends and family away from the bustle of the city and the monotony of his apartment. Isa always looked better by the sea, sun-kissed and dishevelled in her summer gowns and green bikinis.

Carlos did not expect to meet Charles in Ibiza. Coincidences were accidents at first.

#c twin tag #i will see myself out now thank you #charlos #im not sure it makes sense but once i finish it i hope it does #italian summer au #i love that story with my whole heart even if i dont have a word written #luna.writes #wip game #n*fw #my stories

[bridgertonbabe]

omg this sneak peek made me completely obsessed with this au, i need to know what happens next

how do we go from here, to when everyone is in different time periods, Lucy has lost her memory and Sophie is looking for Ben while he’s depressed in the countryside???

i love this so so much, i’m so invested 🤩

(also, i’m italian and it was so funny and literally unexpected to read cazzo cazzo ahahaha)

can’t wait to read more about this au, you’re so talented 🫶🏼

Ps. i’m a fashion student and i loved your met gala opinions☺️

What happens next is that the time warp trio manage to travel back in time to about three months before the absolute bedlam they first stumbled into occurs. They're back in the alleyway but fortunately London is still in one piece and yet to be invaded. They follow Sophie's instruction to find the Minimax Fire Extinguisher Company, though it takes them a couple of days just to locate the building and when they do they're not quite sure why Sophie told them to go there. After a few hours of skulking around, wondering what a fire extinguisher company has to do with anything, a gentleman exits the building and does a double take of the three men. He beckons them to follow him at a distance and though apprehensive they go along with him and end up at his flat where upon the stranger's features shift and the woman now in front of them tightly embraces Gareth.

Sophie is relieved that they're finally there and Gareth quickly informs her of the scene they came across when they first landed from their time travel, a scene that will take place in three months time. She is left stunned by the insight as she tries to wrap her head around it and asks several questions though the trio don't have much information to provide her with other than the fact that England is three months away from having an atomic bomb dropped on them. Sophie's frustrated that her future self didn't give them much else to work from but Colin points out that there was only seconds to go before they were nuked.

Gareth then questions why Sophie's working for a fire extinguisher company and she reveals that the building she had come out from is actually the main operating base of the Secret Intelligence Service. She explains that ever since she landed in the past four years previously that she's been working tirelessly to track down everyone, and by going undercover within the SIS she hoped they'd be the first place to receive reports of anyone with superhuman abilities. Her logic paid off and as a result she knows that the majority of the Umbrellas and Bridgertons are currently present in the time period they now find themselves in (and shows them a board she has made up detailing everyone's movements and sightings etc), however there are still a few unaccounted for. There's nothing about Penelope since following the events that led up to the time travel she decided to stop using her powers altogether; no sign of Lucy due to Gregory taking her powers as well as her amnesia; and much to Sophie's perpetual dismay (as well as her unstable appearance) there's no trace of Benedict whatsoever. Gareth tells her that seeing as all three were present three months from now that they're either going to land soon enough or else they're already present in 1940s London, which at the very least cheers her up momentarily before remembering the severity of the stakes they're up against.

Colin questions how events could have changed so drastically for the world war to have turned into the rest of the world being against Britain. Sophie pours herself a drink before launching into an explanation. Several major events in WW2 never took place due to interference from the Umbrellas and Bridgertons; though the main one is that Hitler has been dead for two years. Anthony, Simon, Kate, and Hyacinth worked together to assassinate the biggest player of the war and whilst it was a positive outcome, their blatant show of their superpowers coupled with the bravado they flaunted on a world's stage has led to fear among other countries. Great Britain is armed with what appears to be the most powerful weapons; human beings with special powers who would appear to be able to cause plenty of damage if they so choose to, and it's struck international fear as a result. At the moment things are tense between governments and the world is on edge for what is to come and while Sophie wasn't sure what they were bracing themselves for, it would appear that in three months time the rest of the world is planning to invade the country they see as a threat and in case of defeat, the atomic bomb will suffice as backup.

Now armed with what the future holds if they don't do something about it, Sophie and the time warp trio decide to round up the Umbrellas and Bridgertons in order to return to their original timeline and prevent the country from being nuked; however there's going to be several speed bumps along the way as they try to track down and regroup the two sets of siblings.

#asks #leaving it there for the time being but i'll expand on more later #fun fact i googled italian curse words just for the drabble lmao #and i'm glad you enjoyed my silly met gala opinions regardless of my lack of fashion know how #the umbrella academy au

[brokehorrorfan]

Blu-ray Review: The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue

You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who would argue that Night of the Living Dead is anything less than one of the most influential horror movies of all time, but it wasn't until Romero followed it up with Dawn of the Dead a decade later that the floodgates opened to unleash imitators like a horde of the undead. Night of the Living Dead's success inspired other independent horror movies but only a scant few zombie outings.

Chief among them is director Jorge Grau's 1974 effort The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue, also known as Let Sleeping Corpses Lie (a rare instance in which the US rebranding is superior to the original title); a highly underrated zombie movie. The similarities to Night of the Living Dead are irrefutable (it was, in fact, pitched to Grau as “Night of the Living Dead in color”), but it avoids playing like a derivative rip-off. A Spanish-Italian co-production lensed in England, it harnesses an international flavor along with ample atmosphere.

After getting into an accident with one another while traveling in the England countryside, brash motorcyclist George Meaning (Ray Lovelock, Fiddler on the Roof) hitches a ride with Edna Simmonds (Cristina Galbó, What Have You Done to Solange?), a Londoner visiting her drug addict sister. They soon learn about an experimental agricultural machine that harnesses ultrasonic radiation to make insects attack each other. As it turns out, it has the same effect on the nervous systems of newborns and the recently deceased.

Although its setting is rural, The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue lacks the contained aspect of Night of the Living Dead. Instead, writers Sandro Continenza and Marcello Coscia add the threat of a dogmatic local police sergeant (Arthur Kennedy, Lawrence of Arabia) who pins George and Edna as the primary suspects when dead bodies start to pop up. The trio have a great rapport, with the five-time Oscar nominee Kennedy stealing every scene he's in.

The film's scope is fairly small and its pacing slow, particularly in the first half, but it sticks the landing with a killer final act. It concludes with a gut-punch ending akin to Night of the Living Dead's finale, but it's chased with an EC Comics-esque comeuppance. The zombies are quite unsettling, and Giannetto De Rossi's (Dune, High Tension, Zombie) gut-munching gore is plentiful for the time, earning it a spot among the notorious "video nasties" that were banned in the UK in the '80s. The film also adopts Romero's penchant for social commentary.

While most would classify The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue as a zombie movie without hesitation, it may give pause to those who argue the semantics of a film like 28 Days Later. It doesn't adhere to every "rule" established by Romero, instead making several idiosyncratic deviations from the formula. Manchester Morgue's undead aren't flesh eaters but rather cold-blooded killers. They can infect other corpses with the blood of the living, but they don't transmit it to people. They lumber like conventional zombies yet use weapons to attack their prey. The only way to stop them is to set them on fire, rather than destroying the brain.

The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue was newly restored in 4K from the original 35mm camera negative by Synapse Films for a limited edition Steelbook release in 2020. A standard Blu-ray version — sans DVD, soundtrack CD, booklet, and poster — is now available at a more affordable price. The picture is crisp, complete with the original opening and closing credit sequences, as well as a new 5.1 English stereo surround remix and the original English theatrical mono mix. Although it lacks the archival special features from Blue Underground's 2009 Blu-ray, it offers plenty of fresh ones. Nevertheless, the clarity of Synapse's transfer blows the previous edition out the water.

The disc carries two film historian audio commentary tracks, one with Troy Howarth and another with Nathaniel Thompson and Bruce Holecheck. Despite some overlapping information, both are worth listening for ample insight. Even better is Jorge Grau: Catalonia’s Cult Film King, a feature-length documentary on the director. Along with commentary from Grau, it features input from De Rossi, composer Giuliano Sorgini, and various academics. Manchester Morgue, being his most celebrated work, is a focal point, but the rest of his career is discussed as well. Extras are rounded out by an interview with De Rossi, a 2019 film festival Q&A with De Rossi, the theatrical trailer, two TV spots, and two radio spots.

The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue is available now on Blu-ray via Synapse Films.

#the living dead at manchester morgue #horror #70s horror #1970s horror #synapse films #let sleeping corpses lie #review #dvd #gift #article #night of the living dead #jorge grau #arthur kennedy #ray lovelock #george romero